Elmielos

"Hi, yes you aren't dreaming, it's the chubby Kelly," I say inwardly as I see the unhappy face expression of Jason who is disheartened. 

The guests laugh at us. They call our couple all sort of names. "The prince charming and the pancakes' eater Kelly" is one I can sadly remember."

"I, Jason Bentley of the South pack, reject you Kelly Thompson as my mate and the Luna Queen," he declared fiercely.

***
Kelly Thompson, an eighteen-year-old curvaceous and wolfless she-wolf, has been quietly admiring Jason Bentley, the heir apparent to the throne of the dominant South pack, for a number of years.

Unfortunately for Kelly, she doesn't get the same attention in return from Alpha heir Jason, as the handsome daughter of his old father's Gammas, Betty Nord, is already the love of the pack's future Alpha. But, the plump Kelly has an advantage over the skinny Betty because of a strong vow made by Jason's father, the Alpha King Don Bentley, that his son will marry the daughter of his Betas who gave their lives two years ago in a fight against the North pack's fiercest adversaries in order to preserve the life of the Alpha heir.

But clearly, nothing goes as smoothly as Kelly imagines.

The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen

Towering glaciers fracture the horizon, their peaks clawing at a sky choked with auroras that bleed green and violet. The air is a knife, slicing through layers of scavenged thermal gear, and the snow underfoot doesn’t crunch—it *whispers*, as though the ground itself resents our trespass. Veyd’s breath fogs his cracked lens as he adjusts the radiation scanner. **“The Verse outpost is close. Five klicks northeast.”** 


The hunger strides beside me, no longer smoke but a wraith of frost-rimed shadow, its breath crystallizing into needles that scatter in the wind. It’s grown quieter since the coral, colder, its void eyes lingering on the scanner’s flickering screen. *Anticipation.* 


The tundra